red (got7 // jaebum)

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The next day, I practically had to drag myself out of bed and into work.

"Aw, what's wrong?", asked Yugyeom, taking a seat next to me. "Headache? Nausea?"

I shook my head. "Girl stuff."

He tilted his head to the side, looking slightly confused. "Girl stuff like what? Heartbreak?" I still had a hard time believing this was the same boy who knew nearly ever Chris Brown song by heart no matter the lyrical content and made up the choreography to match.

"That time of month...", I told him slowly, hoping it would finally click in his brain. "You know, cramps." They had kept me up half the night and were sticking around to see the next day too.

I finally heard the wheels start to turn in his head. He looked a little flushed. It was clear that he was trying his best not to scrunch up his face due to every teenage boy's disdain for the topic of the menstrual cycle. "Oh." He got up quickly, like I was a bomb that could explode at any minute. "I-I'll leave you alone then."

Mark watched as Yugyeom took off and soon came to take his place. "What was that all about?"

"I'm not feeling too well. That's all."

"Cramps?"

I shot up in surprise.  "How'd you know?"

"There's no other reason why he would've taken off like that.", he said with a slight laugh. "But why don't you go home?"

I shook my head. "No, no. I'll be okay. Don't you guys have a big stage coming up? You guys need to practice."

"I'm sure things will be a little hectic around here but nothing we can't handle. Are you sure you don't wanna go? You look a little pale.", he noted.

I gave a nod, even as a particularly sharp pain ripped through me. "I'll be fine.", I repeated. "Besides, it's my job to worry about you all. You guys go practice."

He seemed reluctant but got up to go join the rest of his group. "If you need to leave don't let us stop you.", he called. I gave him a thumbs up and he took that as a cue to start the music. The boys got in formation and began their routine.

Usually, I was enthralled by their practices. Each and every one of the boys invested all there into this and it showed. As time passed, my pain got worse. I tried my best to stay attentive but ended up making a makeshift bed out of my chair, using a sweatshirt of mine as a pillow.

After a song or two, Youngjae stepped away from the group to offer me his own, earning a silent glare from Jaebum. "Red isn't feeling well you guys.", said Youngjae, holding the sweatshirt out to me.  I politely declined, assuring him I was okay. Not because of Jaebum, but because I honestly didn't want his getting distracted.

Shortly afterwards, I was pretty sure I fell asleep. It was deep enough for me to sleep through the blaring music and sound of sneakers squeaking across the floor, so I definitely didn't recall being carried to a car.

But that's where I remember waking up. I was laying across the back seat, I could recall, with my sweatshirt draped over me and the seat belts fastened expertly around me so I didn't didn't roll off.

The car came to a stop. "Are your keys in your bag, Red?" asked a voice from the front seat. It was one of the boys, so I figured I had nothing to sorry about. I was in too much pain to give it much thought anyways.

I mumbled something incoherently, still disoriented from sleeping and the pain I was in.

I fought the urge to fall back asleep as I heard one of the doors next to me open up and I was scooped up out of the back seat.